Yea! Heavy And A Bottle Of Bread (Take 1)

Ha! Alright
Look here

Comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day, with a nose full of blood

Yeah, heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread

One-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too
Pack up the meat, sweet, we're gon' headin' out
For Wichita, now in a pile of fruit

Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout

Pull that drummer out from behind that bottle
Bring me my pipe, we're gonna shake it
Slap that drummer with a pie that smells

Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby